I can see you've still got the safety on." Shit!" I said, nonplussed. I looked down briefly at the gun but jerked my head up again, half expecting her...to try to jump me across the desk. I looked back at her. She was grinning."Don't worry. I'm not bothered. You can take what you want from here. I'm pissed off with the place anyway. It's just so dull. The boss is a fart. You've brightened the place up." I don't suppose you know where the safe is?" Of course! It's through there in the old man's. That gave me 5 years to enter into a 30-year mortgage and have it paid off by retirement. So I put a plan to get what I wanted together. I paid cash for 65 acres of land and had a home built on it. I made 6-figures, year in and year out, and might should have just counted on paying cash for the home rather than all that mortgage interest, but mortgage interest is the last good tax deduction and I knew me well enough to know I couldn’t save the amount of money I would need to pay cash for the. "I have no real firm objection, it's just like you said, I'm more comfortable when I'm setting the pace." That is as it should be," I replied. "I will go along with anything you want."That where we ended that conversation. We immediately began another. "So Hugo said you worked for a bank. How is that these days, since everyone thinks you are the enemy?" I asked."Oh you noticed, most people don't," Helen replied. "I got it even worse, I'm the loan officer. We still get pressure from special. Next, she turned her back to me, so I could watch her unzip her skirt. I could not move much; it did not matter because I wanted to see this show.She let the skirt drop to the floor and her black thong was hiding in the crack of her beautiful ass cheeks. I gasped as she bent over to drop the skirt down, then she stepped out of it.Smiling, Cynthia turned around, wearing only her blouse, thong and heels, then stepped up in front of me and kissed me deeply again. Then she sat on my lap, burying.